WALL GHOST

This is the original picture taken without any added enhancements.

This picture has color added to give a clearer visual of the ghost.

This picture has color added to give a clearer visual of the ghost.

          (To protect the family, names have been modified)

Alez Beaumont caught my attention ten years ago on May 2, 2002. He was four years old at the time. I am a client of his mother, Denise Beaumont. She’s a stay at home mom that makes homemade pillows. One afternoon, I went to pick up an order. Nothing was usual about that except I was two hours earlier than my assigned time. So, I waited patiently as Denise completed my order.
I took a seat on the couch in the living room. Alez was there. That was the first time I actually had more than a few minutes with him in the same room. I usually pick up my items and leave afterwards, but not this time due to my early arrival. The little boy played in the corner with race cars. He was crashing them and making noises like any other four year old. I was watching what Denise left on the T.V. while she was in another room. About five minutes or so later, Alez came over and tapped my leg and said “she’s trying to tell you something”. I was thrown for a loop, but I replied “who is, Alez?” “The lady”, he said. I assumed he was referring to his mother in an odd way so I yelled out to Denise. She came in and wanted to know what I wanted and I asked her what she wanted. The two of us laughed and Alex intervened saying” momma didn’t call you, she did”. Alex pointed to a back wall in the living room. His mother and I gave a look. There on the wall was an image that looked like a woman. I won’t lie, I was frightened by it. Denise on the other hand passed it off as something her little boy likes to show people to gain attention. I didn’t buy it nor did I question it. Denise walked to a nearby window and pulled the curtain back. She said it was just a reflection. The image did go away, but when she put the curtain back the image did not return. I clearly remember Alez saying she was gone when Denise put the curtain back. I didn’t know what to really believe at the time. Years passed on and I still occasionally used Denise for homemade pillows. I didn’t really forget what I saw on that wall nor did I live everyday thinking about it. On November 18, 2009, I stopped by Denise’s house to pick up an order. I was early for no reason. I had nothing planned. To think about it, the other time when I arrived early I had no reason behind it. I just felt like I had to be there at that moment. I was welcomed to wait like before. The only difference is that Denise was in a new house. Alez was there nearly a teen. He was helping his mother with my order. I had a brief flashback about the image. I didn’t say anything, though. I did laugh to myself. Denise left the room and Alez was still packing my pillows in a box from the dining room table. He had stopped for a short second and gave me a chilling look. He then turned his head toward a wall. The wall wasn’t empty but it did have enough space for me to see that same image as I saw before eight years earlier. I blurted out”WHAT THE HELL?” Alez shushed me. I took a picture of it without Denise seeing me doing so. The first picture is what it looked like. The second and third picture have color added from a simple photo editor that I have on my computer. For the past two years I have secretly spoken to Alez and a few of his family members to understand who is that that is constantly appearing to Alez. One family member gave a video of a short interview from ten years ago. I will post that soon.